Dave and I met tonight to discuss arranging the music for two of my songs, Senses Are True and It Is What It Is. I realize how much this process is like radio production yet distinctly more creative, with limitless range of expression to support the subjects in each presentation. Tonight we talked about crashing cymbals to symbolize the sounds of ocean waves off in the distance. This sonic experience is intended for a bridge which conveys a sense of being taken over by the enormity of challenging times. And yet, when we allow ourselves to go there, to be taken by what is actually happening, the waves eventually pass, they calm, only to come again. To face what is terrifying is an incredibly liberating act. We become braver than we knew possible, where we learn to allow the wave to take us. Making music has been like that for me. From inside the belly of that which seemed impossible, has been a visceral freedom, a gift, a chance of pure expression and ease,...even if for just a moment, or hopefully more. To be with what is so gut-wrenchingly uncomfortable and not try to change it or push it away, but just be with it allows for something profound to occur. The human capacity undeniably expands and grows when we know we don't know.

In addition to our arrangement conversation, Dave and I talked about what it means to have a show. To get up in front of people to share something, vulnerably, from the soul. What it means to embrace the power of being a conduit of creative energy, as we all are, and at the same time hold a vision of those who will live far beyond this life, as if communicating with them in present form. We also talked about what it would mean to make it not mean so much and just take this tiny step forward into uncharted territory. And then, to acknowledge the skill of holding opposites all the time, without attachment to whatever it is.